“Don’t tell me what I’ll lose! Do you hear me? Not here, and not today and not because of this!” she cut her off unexpectedly at the last sentence when she, with some astonishment, realized that she had somehow just lost her temper. She took some deep breaths…
“You wanted this… I did not,” she continued, almost whispering the words quieter and much calmer than a short time ago.
“That beats everything!” he was itching to say out loud angrily, but he kept his mouth shut. Again. There, deep in the back of his mind was something else that he had tried to say from the very first moment they met, but he stayed quiet once again. He was glancing at her face while people were talking at their coffee tables in this tiny tea-room. In fact, he loathed this place intensely, but she adored it. He knew that. Indeed he understood that she wasn’t susceptible to dramatize things and what’s more, she has never liked empty conversations. He could talk profusely up until the next morning, but he was aware of the inconclusiveness of all his words right now.
Morris shrugged his shoulders a bit, as one memory slowly blurred into the next in his mind. Her ringing phone brought him back to reality. After she had finished her phone call, she came back to their table, and said softly: “My assistant will send you all the necessary papers by Friday.”
“Is that all?”
“That is all.”
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